Smoke
Done here.
Sometimes the lyrics are the best part! I mean, you just have to like a song like, "You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly," or "Drop Kick Me, Jesus, Through The Goalposts Of Life." Don't you?YmirGF said:Although country music has grown better in recent years, I still cannot stand it in gereral. True, some of the musicians are superb, but most of the singing tends to remind me of fingernails scratching down a blackboard... and the lyrics... *shiver*
Loretta Lynn's "Fist City":
You've been making your brag around town
That you've been loving my man
But the man I love, when he picks up trash
He puts it in a garbage can
And that's what you look to me
And what I see's a pity
You'd better close your face and stay out of my way
If you don't want to go to Fist City
If you don't want to go to Fist City
You'd better detour 'round my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head
And lift you off of the ground
I'm not saying my baby's a saint, 'cause he ain't
Or that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal, you lay off of my man
If you don't want to go to Fist City
And then there's the Chicks' immortal "Long Time Gone" with its indictment of insipid Nashville product:That you've been loving my man
But the man I love, when he picks up trash
He puts it in a garbage can
And that's what you look to me
And what I see's a pity
You'd better close your face and stay out of my way
If you don't want to go to Fist City
If you don't want to go to Fist City
You'd better detour 'round my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head
And lift you off of the ground
I'm not saying my baby's a saint, 'cause he ain't
Or that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal, you lay off of my man
If you don't want to go to Fist City
Now, me and Delia singing every Sunday
Watching the children and the garden grow
We listen to the radio to hear what's cookin,
But the music ain't got no soul
Now they sound tired but they don't sound Haggard
They've got money but they don't have Cash
They've got Junior but they don't have Hank
I think, I think, I think
Or "The Storms Are On The Ocean":Watching the children and the garden grow
We listen to the radio to hear what's cookin,
But the music ain't got no soul
Now they sound tired but they don't sound Haggard
They've got money but they don't have Cash
They've got Junior but they don't have Hank
I think, I think, I think
I'm going away to leave you, Love
I'm going away for a while
But I'll return to you sometime
If I go ten thousand mile
The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
The world will lose its motion, Love
If I prove false to thee
Just not the same without the lyrics. (Same goes for the blues.)I'm going away for a while
But I'll return to you sometime
If I go ten thousand mile
The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
The world will lose its motion, Love
If I prove false to thee